It's Kind of a Coincidence

Bella had a kidney transplant when she was sixteen years old. Two years later, she is able to meet her donor, even if she doesn't really want to. Her donor is Tregory Jones. What Bella wasn't counting on was for him to be a beautiful, just out of his teens, boy with the personality of a god.

24. The telling.

Bella's point of view.

I lie in bed. The pain is numbing because of some pain killers, but it still hurts. I don't think it was juice I drank at that party. My mom sits by my side, stroking my hair and Jess is out somewhere finding Trey.

"I love you mom." I whisper.

"I love you too honey." she smiles.

I smile back, feeling sleepy. I hate this. I hate the fact that I know I'm going to die. It's literally torture. I was meant to live for my entire life and do things, but it's over before I could do a thing.

"Bella?" I hear Trey's voice break through the fog like headlights.

"Here!" my mom calls out, smiling at him. "I'll leave you two to it."

His face brightens my day completely. He is sweaty and his hair is a mess and he has dark circles but he still looks like Trey and that's all I need. He smiles a little, relieved, when he sees me and lies down beside me on my bed. Kissing my forehead, he gently pulls me to him which hurts a bit but it's nice to be near him.

"How are you?" he whispers?

"Fabulous, how are you?"

He chuckles. "You're cute. Really, how are you?"

"It hurts, but not as bad." I tell him. "And really, how are you?"

"Better now I'm here." he breathes out as if he'd been holding it in for the last couple of hours.

"You know what's going to happen, right?" I ask, my heart dropping. I feel that familiar lump at the back of my throat threatening to let me cry. "I'm not going to make it. I'm going to have to leave you."

"No, you're not." he whispers, tears slipping down his face.

Just the sight of him crying makes me cry too. I breathe deeply as hot tears stream down my face. "There's nobody to give me a transplant."

He takes a deep breath, then looks me in the eye. His eyes are as green as ever and shining with his tears. "I'm giving you the kidney."

That's when the sobbing begins. I'm not even shocked. Some horrible, evil voice in the back of my mind was telling me this was going to happen and it hurts even more than the thought of dying. It's as if my entire body has just been filled with metal. I feel heavy and like I can't breathe.

"You can't." I sob, barely able to see him through the blur of my tears.

"I have to." he sobs, too. It's not like he's trying to comfort me or trying to be strong which I'm thankful for. I'd rather he'd just be honest.

"Please, don't." I rest my forehead on his. "Please."

"I'm sorry." he whispers, kissing me. "I'm so so sorry."

I know we're going to have to talk about it further at some point but for now, Trey kisses me and we both just lie there together, crying and letting ourselves be broken for a while. I was never one of the sick kids, I was always one of the lucky ones. It's almost impossible to believe that we are the unlucky ones this time.